McEwan's The Child in Time was good, not great. Feels like the type of book that appeals only to writers, and even then only on limited terms. Slightly overbearing structure and not much sense of wonder in the unfolding. Wondering if McEwan's not all I had him cracked up to be. Still, the first 30 pages was highly engaging. I should bug Random House for the rest of his oeuvre and set about making up my mind sometime later this year.
Will read The English Patient next, satisfied that enough time has elapsed since the movie's aneurysmic rise and fall and the book's universal lauding in the wake of the Booker win.
Enjoying the new Arcade Fire album. It's earnest and anthemic as expected, but departs from Coldplay territory with frequent danceability and indulgences in harmonies and timbres ill-suited for FM stadium rock. Comparing it to their first album, which isn't quite as second-by-second brilliant as people who haven't listened to it in a while recall it being, is stupid.
Dog caught a squirrel yesterday but didn't know that the game doesn't end when you get your mouth around one (nor, I imagine, was she quite prepared for the texture of frantically squirming fur). Squirrel and dog live to fight another day. As the forest and its 4 months of rotting things thaws and is nimbly trodden upon by sundry species of urban vermin dog will lose her coonhounding mind and possibly her nose when it pivots right off her face.
Will read The English Patient next, satisfied that enough time has elapsed since the movie's aneurysmic rise and fall and the book's universal lauding in the wake of the Booker win.
Enjoying the new Arcade Fire album. It's earnest and anthemic as expected, but departs from Coldplay territory with frequent danceability and indulgences in harmonies and timbres ill-suited for FM stadium rock. Comparing it to their first album, which isn't quite as second-by-second brilliant as people who haven't listened to it in a while recall it being, is stupid.
Dog caught a squirrel yesterday but didn't know that the game doesn't end when you get your mouth around one (nor, I imagine, was she quite prepared for the texture of frantically squirming fur). Squirrel and dog live to fight another day. As the forest and its 4 months of rotting things thaws and is nimbly trodden upon by sundry species of urban vermin dog will lose her coonhounding mind and possibly her nose when it pivots right off her face.
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
The first few months of this year saw the two biggest sophomore-hipster-boner-releases I can remember ...
The Arcade Fire: 8/10 I like it.
Clap Your Hands Say Yearh: 4/10 c'mon guys .. you're not there yet.